"What does Burroughs think I am?" groaned the judge. "He should know me better than to send Moore on his dirty business, but nothing I could say made any impression. He left, telling me to think it over."
"Do you know if he tried the others?"
"No. I've not mentioned the matter to anyone—except Eva. I was so outraged that I had to speak to someone. And she—she doesn't understand. She would enjoy a trip to Europe, and I—I can't give it to her."
His two friends were silent, and presently Latimer went on.
"And all this means that when it comes time to go before the convention this fall I shall have Burroughs and his cohorts against me."
"You seem sure of his opposition," remarked Danvers. "The case isn't decided yet. If it is in favor of Burroughs——"
"The decision was handed down this morning. It was in favor of Hall."
"Good!" chorused Danvers and the doctor.
"The election will turn out all right for you, too," prophesied the doctor, "and especially with Danvers to help. The judge and I have been plotting against you for some time, Phil," he explained. "We want you to go into politics."
Danvers shook his head.